Expansion & Collapse (Byzantine)

Waves of calm they washed me clean Detached, removed from the spine Possessed with a feeling of death A compulsion to silence the goodness Everyone dies but not everyone lives The plague modern times instilled This revelation cured me of this sickness of the mind Wronged in our chance to comprehend immortality Power beyond the amorphous stature breathing lies Inside the ties that bind Waves of doubt wash over me Skepticism oscillates in the mind Relief from the pagan beliefs That are contrary to the submissive Faith and doubt constantly collide Joined together on immeasurable planes More courage does it take to suffer than to die Power beyond the amorphous stature breathing lies Inside the ties that bind Recalculate infinity Expand just to collapse on me A glimpse of moving light That you must bring to focus Grows in proportion to The pressure on the eyes